Cang Cheng West Mountain.
Ye Qinghan and Ye Qingyu were kneeling on the ground silently. In front of them was a tall grave. The color of the grave was bright, and there were traces of excavation on the turf beside it. Obviously, this was a new grave.
"Mother, Qinghan has brought my sister to see you. Today is your seventh memorial day. I hope that mother's soul will return to you soon and find a good family to reincarnate into …"
Ye Qinghan and his sister kowtowed respectfully a few times, and then burned some joss paper and incense. Today was the seventh day after his mother's death. Although the family had helped to bury his mother, they definitely wouldn't have arranged for this seventh memorial day. Therefore, Ye Qinghan had brought his sister early, bought some joss paper, and went up the mountain to pay respects to his mother.
Looking at the pile of yellow soil in front of him and his sister who was sobbing softly beside him, Ye Qinghan's mind was in a whirl.
He had been in this world for a whole 15 years!
He seemed to have forgotten about the place called "Earth."
That's right! He was a shameless man from another world! A man from another world who wore the skin of the Fire Dragon Continent and hid the soul of Earth.
The accident 15 years ago had brought his soul to this strange world. After 15 years of being influenced by what he saw and heard, he seemed to have integrated into this magical world.
Well, presumably there would also be a pile of yellow soil on Earth with his name written on it. Perhaps … after his mother died, she would also travel to another world and start a brand new life. As he thought about it, he began to feel less sad.
Yes, the dead were gone, and the living had to live well. But … could he live well with his sister in this world? In this Fire Dragon Continent where martial arts were supreme and the strong preyed on the weak, could he, a cultivation trash, live well?
The Ye Family was a big family, a big family that could shake the continent. And as the Seventh Childe of the Ye Family, perhaps many people were envious of his life and identity.
Bullshit young master!
The corner of Ye Qinghan's mouth raised slightly, revealing a trace of mockery. Perhaps even a young master from a side branch of a small family had a better life than him …
Sigh! Let's go. Even if I can't live well, I still have to live lowly. Life had to go on, right? Could it be that he should abandon his sister and die again to see if he could transmigrate again? However, if he couldn't transmigrate, then wouldn't he have died for nothing …
"Sigh … Qingyu, I have to go back!"
A moment later, the two thin and weak figures disappeared from the vast path of the Western Mountains.
…
Ye Qingxian was in a bad mood. Ever since he was rejected by that whore at the Drunken Smoke Pavilion, his mood had never been good.
"Whore, prostitute! I hate prostitutes the most in my life, and Ye Qinghan, you little bastard, how dare you sneak attack me! One day, I'll make you die a horrible death. "
Ever since he was knocked out by Ye Qinghan with a brick, he had been severely scolded by his father, Ye Jian, when he returned home. He was also grounded for a month and was not allowed to leave the Ye Family Castle.
If he was not allowed to leave, then so be it. Although he missed the smooth and tender bodies of those little whores in the Drunken Smoke Pavilion, he didn't dare to disobey the orders of his father, the current leader of the Cang City's Ye Family. However … the gazes of those servants made him feel very uncomfortable. Obviously, these lowly servants were still recalling the embarrassing scene of him being knocked out by Ye Qinghan.
I have to get back my face, I have to.
Ye Qingxian told himself that he had to fight with Ye Qinghan again to get back his face. Therefore, he began to wander around the Ye Family Castle. He wanted to find Ye Qinghan and get back at him.
The current Ye Family was the world of the first branch. Ever since the death of Ye Qinghan and Ye Dao's father, the old patriarch, Ye Tianlong, had retired. The family affairs were basically managed by Ye Qingxian's father, the Cang City's Castellan, Ye Jian. Ye Qinghan's father had suppressed his father's generation for decades. Now that Ye Dao was dead, his generation should suppress the second branch for the rest of their lives.
That was why his father was so angry when he found out that he, a level one commander, was knocked out by Ye Qinghan, a level one elite. Therefore … he had to find Ye Qinghan and knock him out as well.
"Eh? Isn't that …? "
Looking at Ye Qinghan and his sister, Ye Qingxian's eyes began to glow. He clenched his fists and greeted them.
"Huh?"
Ye Qinghan knew that something was about to happen when he saw Ye Qingxian walking over aggressively from afar. Thus, he pulled his sister to the side and went up to him alone.
"Oh? Ye Qinghan, you little bastard. Why didn't you run when you saw me? "Ye Qingxian calmed his anger and said in a deep voice.
Ye Qinghan smiled. "I'm here to see if the scar on your head has healed."
"You …" Ye Qingxian's face changed. His pretentious temperament was beaten back to its original state by Ye Qinghan's words. He scolded, "F * ck you. That day, I was ambushed by you. Today, I want to fight with you again. I guarantee that you will be in a worse state than the other day."
Ye Qinghan sneered. "Ambush? If you were ambushed and killed by the family's enemies outside, would you crawl out of your grave and scold others for ambushing you? Do you want to do it again? Do you think this is what you did with those whores in the Drunken Smoke Pavilion? That you can do it again if you have premature ejaculation? "
"You, you're good! However, do you only know how to talk with your glib tongue? If you're a man, then do it again. " Ye Qing Xian was so angry that he couldn't even speak coherently. He had actually said "fight" as "do".
"I won't fight! I don't fight with people who have premature ejaculation. "Ye Qinghan rolled his eyes and said coldly," Don't fight! The twenty-sixth rule of the family, if there is a conflict between the children of the family, both sides must agree and there are witnesses. Then, a duel can be held, but the other party cannot be killed. Otherwise, they will be expelled from the family … Ye Qingxian, a duel requires both sides to agree. Today, I'm in a bad mood and don't want to fight, so I don't agree. If you want to fight, then just wait to be expelled from the family. "
"You … You … Motherf * cker! Coward, trash! " Ye Qingxian saw that the distance between him and his fists were about to hit, but when Ye Qinghan silently recited the twenty-sixth rule of the family, he put down his trembling fists. The family rules didn't matter if he was the Second Young Master or not.
He couldn't fight, and he couldn't win an argument. Ye Qingxian suppressed the anger in his heart but had nowhere to release it. He could only curse nonstop, "Trash, bastard, beast!"
"Hmph! With your current state, I will definitely surpass you in three years. If we don't fight today, then we'll meet again in three years at the family competition. "Ye Qinghan sneered and prepared to leave.
"You're not allowed to leave. You must fight with me today. You trash, the trash of prostitutes." Seeing that Ye Qinghan was about to leave, Ye Qingxian jumped up and cursed even more fiercely.
"Eh?" Ye Qinghan, who had just turned around, stopped and turned his head. His eyes were bloodshot and his expression was even colder, "My mother has just been buried, and you dare to curse her again? Looks like you've forgotten the pain after the scar healed. Call the witness, I'll fight you. "
"Eh? Good, you've got guts! " Ye Qingxian was stunned for a moment, then instantly became happy. He rubbed his palms together and waved at a team of patrolling guards not far away.
Those guards happened to be the eight Door Gods that guarded the door that day. Today, they changed shifts to patrol. The eight of them had long been paying attention to the situation here. Seeing the Second Young Master wave his hand, they hurriedly ran over.
"Greetings, Second Young Master. Uh, and Seventh Childe."
"En!" Ye Qingxian nodded faintly. He didn't look at the charming smiles in the eyes of the eight of them. He pointed at Ye Qinghan and said, "You guys can be witnesses. I want to fight with Ye Qinghan."
The eight of them looked at Ye Qinghan with bewilderment, thinking that water had entered his brain. That day, he was lucky enough to sneak up on him. Did he really think that he could beat the Second Young Master again with his Elite Realm cultivation?
However, when they saw Ye Qinghan nod faintly, they had no choice but to step back and give the field to the two of them. The eight pairs of eyes were filled with smiles at the same time. There was a good show to watch again …
Eh?
However, they noticed a strange phenomenon. After Ye Qinghan nodded, he actually didn't prepare to fight. Instead, he looked behind them with a serious face and suddenly knelt down on one knee.
"Greetings, Castellan!"
Greetings, Castellan?
Ye Qingxian was also puzzled. Why did Ye Qinghan suddenly kneel down to him? Did he admit defeat? However, he suddenly heard Ye Qinghan say respectfully, "Greetings, Castellan." Ye Qingxian panicked as if he was suddenly discovered by the girl's parents when he was having an affair. He quickly turned his head while trembling.
However, why was there nothing behind him? Suddenly, he seemed to wake up. Not good, he was tricked!
However, just as he was about to jump away, a huge force came from the back of his head. There was another wave of pain in his head, and then he fainted again. Before he fainted, he seemed to see a huge fist ruthlessly smashing the back of his head …
"You idiot, with your current strength, forget about the Commander Realm, even if you're an Emperor Realm, I can still defeat you …"
Ugh! The eight Gate Gods stared dumbfounded. Ye Qinghan cursed while clapping his hands. Then, as if he still felt that it wasn't enough, he raised his leg and stomped hard on the unconscious Ye Qingxian on the ground …
Another sneak attack? Shameless, shameless! How could the Seventh Childe be so shameless to this extent?
The eight of them thought in unison. At the same time, they felt a trace of coldness blowing on their backs, as if the winter wind had arrived early.
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